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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
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Therefore God's universal law Gave to the man despotic power Over his female in due awe, Not from that right to part an hour, Smile she or lour.
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So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.
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Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?
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His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command. Ibid.
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So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease Gathered, not harshly plucked, for death mature: This is old age but then thou must outlive Thy youth, thy strength, thy beauty, which will change To withered weak and grey.
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Now came still evening on and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad: Silence accompanied for beast and bird, They to they grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale.
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Suffering for truth's sake Is fortitude to highest victory, And to the faithful death the gate of life.
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None But such as are good men can give good things, And that which is not good, is not delicious To a well-govern'd and wise appetite.
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It were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them.
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A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd.
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Heaven, the seat of bliss, Brooks not the works of violence and war.
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Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones Forget not.
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By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travelled through a region of smooth or idle dreams, our history now arrives on the confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at a far distance, true colours and shapes.
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Our country is where ever we are well off.
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There is no Christian duty that is not to be seasoned and set off with cheerishness, which in a thousand outward and intermitting crosses may yet be done well, as in this vale of tears.
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O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.
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These evils I deserve, and more . . . . Justly, yet despair not of his final pardon, Whose ear is ever open, and his eye Gracious to re-admit the suppliant.
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But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend, And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the Moon.
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Extol not riches then, the toil of fools, The wise man's cumbrance, if not snare, more apt To slacken virtue, and abate her edge, Than prompt her to do aught may merit praise.
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Such sober certainty of waking bliss.
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